1. |
Too soon
04:30
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Oh my god, I wasted my time
you're not here anymore
When I was a little kid
I never thought about this before
My only fear is living away from you
Regretting the days that I killed in my room
Oh, this god, he took you from
this life too soon to see
the man that I've become
after you took apart the pieces of
My lonely heart it's pleading a little more
memories with you and the others that are still here in this side
All the tears that we let go
all the tapes and photographs
I used to say “I'm not you"
I realized that I was wrong
My only fear is living away from you
but there's a hope of you seeing this show that I am in
trying to growing up
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2. |
People's wacky choices
03:15
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Should I comply social requirements
or leave all behind and run away from here?
I wanted to fulfill their ambitions
I wanted to understand their wacky choices
I can't explain the dirt and filth
that lives in me. Nobody cares!
Scattered soul, close to breakdown.
Fighting against them feeling so down
Don't wanna fade the dreams of those
who believe in me like a sacred ghost
Stay away, step aside.
Don't wanna kill your hopes and light.
Coming or not the violent times
It's the same, I remain in this side
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3. |
Crappy new year
03:58
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A closure, an ending, I'm finishing spend it,
a crappy new year it's certainly here.
Wasting the time with promises. Fine!
But make it real it's another deal.
A family reunion, it's hard to rely on,
the masks in their faces, I'd like to replace it
with unknown shapes who I don't care
that they think. Give me a drink!
Imaginary soul cleaning,
start again killing feelings,
Self-liying to keep you alive,
to give you a good sense of life
A closure, an ending, I'm finishing spend it,
a crappy new year, it's like Christmas eve
Wasting the time with promises. Fuck!
You know that's not true, you don't really do
The pros and cons are not in the same
level who every person needs.
Negative balances, economic problems,
better don't talk about love and fail romances
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4. |
Don't fix the Jacks
03:32
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And now I am afraid of life
and nothing can't compare to this
In twenty seven weeks with you
I'm listening the same song ever for...
I've learned to live on fucking knees
I've tried to not to hate the feelings
My spining head don't stop to tell you
why I live alone
If you're paralized (AND HIPNOTIZED)
by the other side (THEN FREE YOUR MIND)
It's the Broken Jacks (DON'T FIX THEM, NO!)
They're out of lies
So now We are here for you
together for a real reason
The boys in bands and all their t-shirts
and all their fashion statements
In a cold afternoon
the only thing I wanna do
is to say "I’m sorry" to them
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The Broken Jacks Santo Tomé, Argentina
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